Lyrics:
If you were there, bewareThe serpent soul pinchesThree hundred and fifty no-thank-you'sAnd nobody flinchesGo on, girl, go onGive us something gruesomeWe require your griefThe thugs help the thievesAs they're trying to robThe words from her gobAnd take the swordsTo the innocenceAnd if you were there, bewareThe serpent soul pinchesCan't you sense she was never meantTo fill column inches?And you had enoughWhat you're trying to dig upIsn't there to be dugThe thieves help the thugsAs they're trying to beatThe good grace of her sweetheartOut to the pointShe'll complyAnd why? Leave her on her ownIf I'd have known, then I wouldn't have said itI wouldn't have said it if I would have knownWhy? Leave her on her ownIf I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said itI wouldn't have said it if I would have knownThere's a circle of witchesAmbitiously vicious they areAnd our attempts to remind them of reasonWon't get us that farAnd I don't know what it is that they wantI don't know what it is that they wantBut I haven't got it to giveBut she hasn't got it to give